A/N Gabriel won't recover as easily here as he did on the show. I never liked how after one day he seemed fine for the most part. It seemed very unrealistic.

Lucifer had seen a lot of terrible things in his long lifetime. He was the ruler of Hell. Torture and punishment was in the job description. But nothing had been so horrifying, so gut retching as this. His baby brother was cowering in corner of a cage hugging his knees. There was blood and dirt all over him. His lips were sewn shut. They were sewn shut!

Maze peeked in behind Lucifer. "Wow, I don't think I've ever seen handiwork like this. It's kind of exciting."

Lucifer turned and hissed angrily at her.

Maze stepped back and put her hands up in surrender. Lucifer was not screwing around. He was pissed. His eyes were glowing red and they were wild with fury. This angel mattered to him.

Lucifer turned back to his brother and extended a hand inside the cage. "Gabriel."

Gabriel whimpered loudly and recoiled into himself even further.

"Brother, I won't hurt you. I never would," Lucifer said. He knew he couldn't really expect Gabriel to believe him though. Gabriel had clearly not known anything but Asmodeus' torture for a long time. Plus, the last time Gabriel had seen 'Lucifer' it hadn't gone well. "Gabriel, please let me get you out of here."

Gabriel shook his head wildly and continued to whimper and cry.

Just then, the door to the thrown room was opened and Amenadiel came in. "The demons are..." He cut himself out when he felt the Grace in the room. Grace that wasn't his or Lucifer's. The Grace was very faint and weak, but it was pretty sure he knew who it belonged to.

"Help me, brother," Lucifer begged Amenadiel.

Amenadiel rushed over and bent down next to his brother. Finally, he saw the same thing Lucifer was seeing. "Oh, Father. Gabriel."

"He won't let me help him," Lucifer said.

Amenadiel reached his hand out to Gabriel, much like Lucifer had. "Gabriel, take my hand."

Gabriel shrank away once more.

"Who knows how long he's been here, boys? He probably only sees another monster now," Maze said.

Amenadiel nodded. She was right. It had probably been too long since Gabriel had seen a friendly face. Plus, his Grace was weak, so he probably couldn't sense who they really were. "We have to get him out of here."

Lucifer nodded and slowly crawled about halfway into the cage. He was going to frighten his brother greatly, but it had to be done to help him.

Gabriel scrambled to get away, but he didn't really have anywhere to go.

As gently as he could, Lucifer took a hold of his brother and forcibly pulled him from the cage, all while his brother screamed through his sewn mouth. "I'm sorry. It's going to be alright, I promise.

Amenadiel grabbed Gabriel's other arm to help them both. "Let's get him back to the bunker."

"You go," Lucifer said before letting go of his grip on his younger brother.

Amenadiel watched as his brother's eyes became even colder than they already were. Lucifer had punishment on his mind, and not an easy one. "Luci, no."

"I'm going to burn the bastard's skin off, Amenadiel. Then I'm going to reattach it so I can do it again!" Lucifer hissed. Asmodeus was going to suffer for what he'd done. No touched his little brother without suffering severely. What he was planning to do to that abomination he created was nothing compared to what he was going to do Asmodeus.

Gabriel flinched cried from the angry words.

"No, not you, never," Lucifer promised. His voice had gone from a low angry one to a soft and gentle one.

"Brother, I know you want revenge. So do I, and we will have it. I promise, I will bring you back and help you give him exactly what he deserves, but Gabriel needs us, but more so, he needs you," Amenadiel said.

"Go. I'll take care of the pathetic excuse for a hell prince until you get back," Maze said with a sadistic smile.

Lucifer nodded before grabbing his brother's arm again. "Be careful, Maze. He has archangel Grace inside him. And don't do anything too damaging. He belongs to me."

Maze nodded.

Amenadiel quickly flew them away.

Dean and Cas walked into the library to find Sam and Jack both buried in books. "What are you doing?" Dean asked.

"Looking for ways to open a portal to the alternate universe. I figure we might as well get started," Sam said.

"Has my father returned yet?" Jack asked.

"I wish you'd stop calling him that! No!" Dean snapped.

"Jack, I'm not sure you should trust him. He's done terrible things," Castiel said much more gently.

"But he hasn't. It was someone else who hurt all those people," Jack said.

"Well, if he's telling the truth, he's still responsible. He created it," Dean said.

"To be fair, that evil existed because of the Mark. Lucifer just moved it," Sam said.

"Why do you keep defending him?" Dean asked irritably.

"I'm not defending him. I'm not saying I trust him, but I'm not sure we should condemn him either. We don't know anything about him," Sam said.

"Well, he claims to be the Devil. Isn't that enough?" Dean asked.

"No, I don't think so because we don't even know what that means anymore," Sam said.

Just then they heard a loud noise coming from upstairs. "What the hell?" Dean asked.

"That's probably them returning," Castiel said.

"Yeah, well, what the hell are they doing?" Dean asked

They got up and headed out of the library. They walked out to the stairs just as Lucifer came down. They could all see that he was angry. His eyes were red, and they showed no signs of changing anytime soon.

"Where is your first aid kid," Lucifer demanded to know.

"Father, what's wrong? You're angry," Jack said.

Lucifer's anger only intensified as he looked at his son. He wasn't angry at Jack. He was just reminded that Asmodeus was after the boy, and it made him realize that the bastard probably intending to do the same to Jack as he did to Gabriel. The cretin was going to pay so much.

"Who's hurt, Lucifer?" Sam asked.

"If it's the demon, we're not..."

"Shut up, Dean," Sam said. Now was not the time to piss off the Devil. He might not be what they thought he was, but he was likely still pretty dangerous, especially when he was so angry.

"Follow me, but keep your distance. Don't crowd him," Lucifer instructed before leading the way upstairs. He brought them to the room he'd been staying.

Sam gasped at what he saw when they reached Lucifer's room. Gabriel was curled up on the bed in the fetal position and looked terrible.

"Brother, please, let me heal you," Amenadiel pleaded. He was knelt down right beside his younger brother.

"Gabriel?" Sam asked quietly before taking a step forward.

"No, don't go any closer. He spooks easily," Lucifer said.

Dean, meanwhile, looked like he would be sick. He'd never liked Gabriel. How could he like someone who'd killed him over and over again and then locked him in TV Land because he didn't want to deal with his family. But no one deserved this.

"Gabriel," Castiel said with no small amount of agony in his voice.

"Who is that? What happened to him?" Jack asked. He was having a hard time looking at this man. He'd never seen anyone hurt so bad.

"Jack, get me a first aid kit please. Also, a small knife and some towels," Lucifer said.

''Yes, Father," Jack said obediently before leaving the room as fast as he could.

"Why don't you just heal him?" Castiel asked.

"He won't let me, and I don't want to scare him further. His wounds aren't life threatening," Amenadiel said.

"Why won't he let you heal him?" Castiel asked. He couldn't understand why anyone would refuse healing.

"Who knows what's been done to him?" Sam asked in a broken voice. It hurt him to see Gabriel like this. He was so strong. He was an archangel. Now he was a shell that had been tortured until he was broken. Sam knew what that was like.

Jack quickly came back in with the items he'd been sent out for. "I have everything.

Lucifer took the things from his son and sat down on the bed next to his brother.

Gabriel inched as close to the edge of the bed as he could.

"Gabriel, listen to me. If you won't allow Amenadiel to heal you, I'm going to have to patch you up the old-fashioned way. First, I'll need to cut the stitches out. I will be as gentle as I can, but it will hurt. Do you understand?" Lucifer asked.

Gabriel nodded. He understood that he was going to be hurt anyway. He always understood that. Pain was an endless part of his life

"Gabriel, please, just allow Amenadiel to heal you," Lucifer begged. He did not want to hurt his brother. It would almost painless if Amenadiel was allowed to heal him.

"He doesn't trust me, Luci," Amenadiel said sadly. He couldn't really blame Gabriel there. He probably lost faith in him and all their siblings a long time ago.

"I doubt he trusts anyone right now," Sam said quietly.

Lucifer sighed and got to work. He slowly began to cut through the thread sealing his brother's lips shut.

Gabriel whined loudly and attempted to pull away.

Amenadiel watched near tears as Lucifer had to hold their baby brother down in order to cut thread out of his mouth.

Lucifer pulled the final thread out and then let go. "Alright, it's finished."

Gabriel opened and closed his mouth in surprise. They'd actually tried to help him? Why? Was it a game? Was he being tricked.

"Gabriel, can you speak?" Sam asked gently.

"You don't have to if you don't want to, baby brother. I know it might hurt to speak after so long. Will you let me clean you up a bit?" Lucifer asked as he held up a towel and the first aid kit.

Gabriel looked at him warily, but didn't pull away when hands came closer again to clean his wounds.

"Let's all let them be. We don' t want to overwhelm him," Amenadiel said.

Dean, Jack, and Cas immediately heeded the advice. Sam stood there for a moment. He was reluctant to turn away, but eventually he followed the others out.

Amenadiel walked out behind Sam and shut the door.

Lucifer finished cleaning his brother up as much as he could and then helped him lay back down. Once Gabriel was settled, Lucifer went over to the chair a few feet away. He removed his suit jacket and settled in the chair. He wasn't going anywhere for a long time.